18 - Drunk On Your Love

The rest of Ari and Cara’s afternoon together was just like old times – catching up, laughing and drinking.  Wine wasn’t Ari’s first choice of alcoholic indulgence, but three bottles later, they were feeling no pain.  It was time to have some fun with Jon.

[5:34] Ariana: Hey baby whatcha doin’?

[5:35] Cara:   Rockstar! "How YOU doin'?!" 

[5:37] Ariana: What's good, baby baaaby?

[5:40] Cara:   Yo!  You combing your hair again?

[5:42] Ariana: Do you think I'm sexy?

[5:43] Cara:   Flexing your muscles in the mirror?

[5:45] Ariana: We are soooooo having sex when I get home

[5:46] Cara:   Where's that guitarist of yours?

[5:50] Ariana: Hehehehe. Cara took a tumble. Ooops?

[5:55] Cara:   Hep meee!! I’ve fallen and can’t get it up!

Jon was half asleep on the couch when his phone began a stint of non-stop vibrating. 

What the fuck? 

He grabbed it off the coffee table and he slid his thumb across the screen to see who or what could be so important that it warranted eight texts.  What he found made him chuckle.

The girls had a little too much to drink today, but what the hell?  I’ll play.

[6:05] Jon: Not you obviously.

[6:07] Jon: Yo, Frenchie!  Whassup?

[6:09] Jon: It’s all good baby, baby.

[6:11] Jon: Every hour, darlin’

[6:13] Jon: You put the SEX in sexy.

[6:15] Jon: Only on Tuesdays.

[6:17] Jon: What time will that be?

[6:19] Jon: Malibu, California.

[6:21) Jon: I think you should stop drinking

[6:23] Jon: You should see a doctor for that

After responding to Cara’s last text, he decided to give Ariana a call.  It was almost dinner time, and it sounded like they could use some food. 

“Heeeellllllo...”

“Ari, baby,” he laughed.  “You’re drunk.” 

“On loooooove and cigarettes.”

“Geez.  How much did you girls drink?”

“Two...three bottles, maybeeee.” Her three sounded more like “tree”. 

“Did you eat anything?”

“TIIIIIIIM HORTON’S! Canada, duh! But I’d like to eat yooooou.”

“As exciting as that sounds, you need to eat some actual food.  How ‘bout I come meet you, and we can all go out to eat?”

Before she could answer, Cara came on the line.  She’d obviously stolen the phone right out of Ari’s hands, based on the bitching in the background.  “Hey handsome!  Wanna come dancing with us?”

“Food first, Frenchie. Stay put.  I’ll be there soon.”

“Food...smood. We don’t need no fooooood, we need mooore wiiiiiine.”

“Cara, I'll buy you a whole damn vineyard after you eat. How’s that sound?”

"Like the party pooper poo-lice has arrived!"

The next thing he heard was the crashing sound of the phone hitting the floor and a whole lot of giggling. "Ari...Ariana. Can you hear me?"

"Aye, aye Captain Kidd! Loud and clear!"

"Very funny. Stay put, I'm on my way." With that he ended the call, pulled on his shoes, grabbed his stuff and was out the door.

Why was it that every time he was in a rush the elevator took forever arrive? If he wasn't so damn old, he'd attempt the stairs. When the it finally showed up, the door opened to a full car. 

Great. 

He didn’t have time for small talk, so Jon stepped in with a bowed had and hoped nobody recognized him.  The faint whispering at his back told him that hope was in vain, however.  At least two people had identified, and he silently urged the elevator to move faster, before someone decided to speak.

The doors were just sliding open in the lobby when he heard his name. 

“Excuse me, Mr. Bon Jovi.”

Damn.  I was so close.

It would have been rude to ignore them, so he politely turned and put on his infamous smile. “Hi.”

“If you don’t mind, can I get a picture?” 

“Sure, I have time for a quick one,” was his reply, and one picture proceeded to turn into twenty minutes. When he was finally in the taxi, he gave Ari another call.

“Baaabbbyyy, what’s taking you soooooo long?”

“In the taxi now. Should be there in fifteen.”

“Well hurry! I’m sooo horny.” She burped and giggled distinctly. “I mean hungry.”

In the background, Jon could hear Cara yelling. “No, she didn’t! She meant horny.”

Jon rolled his eyes, thinking this was going to be one long night. 

“Hang tight, baby, I’m on my way.”

“Gotsta pee, Jonny.  Horn ... huurrrrry!” And with that, the line went dead.

Jon stuffed the phone in his pocket with a sigh, requesting of the driver, “Can you step on it, please? I’m kinda in a hurry.”

The driver did his best maneuvering the rush of evening traffic, but it still took another twenty minutes before the taxi arrived in front of Cara’s studio.  Tossing the guy a Benjamin, he said over his shoulder, Thanks, man! I appreciate the effort.”

Three long strides was all it took to get from the cab to the studio door, but that’s as far as he got.  It was locked and all the lights were out.

Where the fuck could they be?

He walked around the back, to where he knew Cara lived, to see if they were there but no such luck. He circled back to the front of the studio and peered in the window once more.

She is going to be the death of me, for sure. 

He was spinning in a slow circle on the sidewalk, looking up and down the street for someplace they could’ve possibly gone when it hit him.  Why hadn’t he thought of it before? 

Looking both ways, Jon checked for traffic and jogged across the street.  The instant he opened Petit Soho’s door, the noise wrapped around him like a cocoon.  Even with the music and loud conversation, there was no mistaking the laughter coming from the bar.    

The two of them were precariously perched on two bar stools, leaning into one another for support as they giggled.  They were oblivious to everyone else, lost in their own little world.  It made sneaking up behind them easy.   

“What did I tell you two to do?” he demanded in the sternest voice he could muster.

Startled by his presence, Ari almost spilled the last of her wine when reaching up to cup his cheek. “Aw, Jonny!  We were getting thirsty waiting for you.”

“I hope Max here didn’t serve you?” he cocked his eyebrow at the bartender who was lurking nearby. 

Max threw his hand up in a gesture of helpless surrender.  “I don’t argue with the boss lady.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” she trilled with delight.  “Obedient employees!  Thank you, Max. Now, will you get this party pooper a drink, puh-leeze?”

“Whatcha drinkin’ tonight, Jon?”

Shaking his head in defeat, Jon figured he might as well join in the fun.  “Jack and Coke. And keep em’ comin’.”

He laid a hand on each of their shoulders and leaned in closer so they could hear him.  “Would you ladies care to join me for some dinner? My treat.”

“Suuuurrrreeee!” was the bellowed reply from the drunken duo.

They found a booth in the back off the dance floor and settled in, ordering just about everything off the menu.  As promised, Max kept the drinks coming, and in no time, Jon was feeling just as good as Cara and Ari. 

They talked about the new album and upcoming tour, which led Cara to inquire about how Richie was doing and what he was up to lately.  They had once been in a “friends with benefits relationship” that had actually worked for them, believe it or not. 

At one point during the evening, Max came and joined them, informing Ariana that Jonas had agreed to play a few sets for them on Friday night. The three of them even tried to convince Jon to join him, but he wouldn’t make any promises.    

Ari stroked the top of his head, staring at their wall of memories pensively. 

“Jonny?  I...I wath gonna saaaaaay ‘yes’. In ‘92. I wath gonna ath-no, ask you to be with me. But then she...she got pregnant.” The importance of her confession was not lost on Jon even in his inebriation. “I couldn’t give you that.”

“I know, baby.  So, I took what I could get...” He paused to burp. “What you could give me. What you let me give you.”

Max and Cara’s presence went unnoticed as Jon and Ari began delving into memories of another time, but Cara sensed that this shouldn’t be a group conversation.   

“If you two don’t mind, I’m going to call it a night. Besides, it looks as if we closed the place down.  I hope the owner doesn’t mind we overstayed our welcome.”

“I think she’ll be o’tay with that, but you shouldn’t walk home by yourself.  Let me take you.”

Scooting across the bench to stand, she felt the room take a spin.  She had to dig her fingers into Max’s shoulders to keep her balance.

“Maybe I should take her,” Max offered. “You just lock up, and I’ll come in early tomorrow to clean.”

Goodbyes were said as they walked Cara and Max to the door.  “Cara, I had a great day, mon ami. I lobe you.”

“Au revoir, mon ami!” 

The door closed behind them, and Ariana turned the locks before taking a moment to lean against the heavy wood.  

“I’m not ready to go just yet,” she declared pushing off the door and stumbling toward the bar.  “How about another drink?”

“Don’t you think you had enough?” he replied, giving her ass a tap as she walked past.

“Fine. I’ll have water, but I want to clean up a bit first. Go turn the music up, please.”

Jon made his way behind the bar, watching as she tidied up.  Her hips swayed to the low strains of a slide guitar and the sultry pound of bass. Steve Miller was singing about a space cowboy as she sauntered onto the dance floor.

He could feel his jeans tighten thanks to the cock swelling and stiffening against the unyielding fabric.  Jon drifted up behind her, grinding his hard-on into the softness of her ass.

“You’re driving me crazy dancing like that,” he whispered in her ear.

“Oh, I am, am I?”

Nipping on her lobe, his hand traveled up under her light sweater, and she offered no resistance.  Her arm wound around his neck, fingers fisting in his rumpled locks to bring his face closer for a kiss. His tongue traveled along her jaw to the spot just behind her ear that he knew drove her crazy. 

He nuzzled it and quietly sang in his whiskey voice,

“You're the cutest thing that I ever did see,

I really love your peaches,

Want to shake your tree”

He gently leaned her over the pool table, and those damn shorts lifted just enough to reveal her ass.

  

His cock was getting harder by the second.

Feeling the heat of his gaze, she turned to face him and crooked her finger in a come-hither motion. As he inched closer, she reached up in a feigned stretch.  It was a move that exposed her belly and caused black panties to peek over her shorts.

He knelt in front of Ari, fingers grazing her abdomen as he unfastened the button of her shorts and slid them off.  

Their eyes were locked onto one another as firm hands lifted her onto the pool table that was behind her.  His gaze all but commanded that she open to him, and Ari spread her toned and silky thighs to oblige his request.

Jon inhaled deeply, slinging her calf over his shoulder and thinking how good she smelled.

The panties were smooth to the touch, and he savored the texture as a single finger ventured downwards from her clit.  That same finger hooked in the leg band, to pull the ebony silk aside and expose glistening pink flesh.  

Unable to resist the temptation, Jon bent and extended the tip of his tongue so that it just touched her clit. 

Ari’s moan had him peering up at her, and he loved what he saw.  She was busily playing with the nipples that were stiff in her heaving breasts, and glassy emerald eyes followed his every move. 

She was about to see just how well he moved. 

Jon smiled and plunged his stiffened tongue deep inside her.